Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

truthfully, the parts of the valley he had wanted had been deemed not worth it. the island lingered in his mind. yet if he was advised against it...

then she!

she! —

magda! he barked, but his voice was full of light for that moment. the loudest he had perhaps been in months. quickly it shrunk and he became bashful again.

you'll have to make me good at catching other things, if the frogs think it's already winter...

sheepishly he swung his head away, snatching up some reeds in his mouth.